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003; don't threaten me with a good time

WHO: Orson Krennic, Eli Vanto, Hans Gruber, and possibly YOU
WHERE: Around De Chima
WHEN: Thanksgiving night!
WHAT: People have plans for Thanksgiving. Krennic’s plan is to go bar-hopping and get completely hammered, maybe hook up a native or two. In another word, completely ordinary carousing business.
WARNINGS: Substance abuse, smoking, possible…flirting? Hilarity ensues.

[CLOSED TO ELI VANTO, INSERT PUNNY CLUB NAME HERE]

[ While everyone’s busy either with SPACE or with Thanksgiving, one person in the entire planet of Earth doesn’t really give a kriff about both. For once, it’s been a while that Krennic’s been planetside, with so much freedom besides, which he wouldn’t admit but he enjoys, and after a while…civilian life has its perks and benefits, especially since it comes with superpowers.

Currently, he’s in his element, winding down with a shot of whiskey, and trying to pick up someone, a local. It’s really easy to do that, especially when he just “accidentally” flashed them his wrist. It’s like when you accidentally show some skin, except that it works like an extraordinary charm instead of an ordinary one. Although of course it has its drawbacks, since some of the locals are suspicious of ImPorts. When Eli arrived, Krennic’s probably in the process of downing his umpteenth drink or so and is definitely sweet-talking the person he’s hitting on. No big deal at all. ]

[CLOSED TO HANS GRUBER, INSERT PUNNY BAR NAME HERE]

[ It’s early in the night so Krennic chose the nearest bar from work—well, his new job—and while he wait for his faithful companion, supposedly, he ordered for himself some whiskey and, since he’s in the smoking booth, he’s casually lighting up some cigarettes too. While he took a drag, watching the smoke fly and listening to the buzz of conversation, he thought a little about what brings him here in the first place, and couldn’t help but cracked a smile, privately.

Well, he’d avoided Hux and Kylo’s small private party, and if he wasn’t invited, that’s not such a big deal to him, especially considering that Vader was invited. He was still processing the fact that Anakin was Vader, and other things besides—like his death, according to the droid—but for the time being, he doesn’t want to think of any of that.

He glanced around for a bit, not only watching for Hans’s arrival, but also to assess the bar. This one is lowkey, like most bars in De Chima. Krennic definitely won’t be staying here tonight, and hopefully Hans have the same plan in mind. ]

[ OPEN, WILDCARD? ]

[ Are you also not invited to a Thanksgiving dinner? Doesn’t give a kriff about the holidays? Bored of space? ~~Want an Imperial sugar daddy?~~ PERFECT. If you make your way to the nearest bar or club, you’ll find Krennic there, nursing a drink or two, probably chainsmoking as well, flirting with someone. That someone might as well be you, although he preferred locals.

Hey, the night is still young, even if he’s not that young anymore, so let’s have some fun. ]

[[ ooc: hit me up if you want a particular thread/plot either thru PM or Plurk (weaponization)! ]]

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Stars spare him. Eli is no longer the coiled ball of stress he had been a few days ago, but this is — unusual, for the lack of better word. The only reason he is here is to keep things in order and make sure Hux and Ren's dinner goes undisturbed.

While he does not believe Krennic to be stupid enough to show up drunk, unannounced and throw the dinner into disarray, Eli would rather not take the chance.

That is why after receiving the text he shows up, the mantra of: don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him running in-between every other thought.

Overall though, Eli is in a good mood for certain reasons and there are more thoughts to unpack but this is not the time nor place.

He doesn't interrupt what Krennic is doing, instead he stays by the edge watching him sweet talk some person. Lucky them, Eli thinks with no small amount of pettiness.

Edited 2017-11-24 02:44 (UTC)

[ You know what deterred Krennic from doing just that? Darth kriffing Vader. That, and the fact that alcohol on bantha shit holidays tasted so much better, for some reason. It's...a little hard finding a club that's not doing all the holidays stuff, though, and he ended up in some German club or something. He doesn't know, nor does he particularly care. It's all the same to him, like how he doesn't particularly care about aliens and their culture.

Actually, Orson Krennic doesn't give a kriff about anyone who's not Orson Krennic, in case that wasn't obvious already. But, he's a charmer when he wanted to be, and he's confident in his looks, not to mention that it's easy to pull a hook, line, and sinker with the locals when: a) you have superpowers, b) they think you're a superhero of sorts (suckers), c) there's a body part you can flash to them as proof, and d) you have a cool rank, and he's checking all the boxes.

What makes him stop, midway, in regaling the person he was wooing about his achievements back home was that he sensed pettiness. More than that, he sensed another ImPort's pettiness. It's only a little distinct, but he's been practising. He looked left and right, and finally spotted Eli on the edge. ]

Vanto. [ He calls out, sharp, but friendly. Friendly drunk. ] What're you doing there? Come sit here.

[Eli doesn't get involved with the Skywalker shenanigans. In fact, he knows little to nothing. He likes Padme and Anakin as people — respects Ren as something between friend-slash-superior and that's about as deep as his thoughts go. It isn't his business.

He is horrified and amused by watching Krennic — it's a complicated mixture. Right now though he is being waved over. Stars no.]

Just letting you do your — whatever it is you're doing.

[ Ah, but the thing is, Krennic is most, well, very likely drunk, and when he's drunk, he doesn't take no for an answer. Well, worse than that. In case of just beckoning Eli over, he's just going to come over, invade his personal space, drape himself on him--his arms around his shoulder--and then try to get him to come over. ]

Vanto, come on, I insist. You did say you weren't an aide in the Imperial Navy any longer, so you could do whatever you want. I'll buy you a couple of drinks.

[ He flashed a smile at the man he's flirting with. ] 's okay. He's a friend from work.

[Eli didn't even have a moment to blink and move out of the way because his personal space was currently occupied by kriffing Krennic and he's yanked in the direction of whoever it is Krennic has been trying to romance.

He doesn't know where to put his hands so Eli just sort of flails them.]

Uh, hi, yeah. Listen, I got your text and just.

[Well, he was doing this in order to avoid embarrassing scenarios that could potentially disturb Hux. Or anyone.]

No, that's okay. Just came to check everything was fine.

[ Krennic laughs, in contrast to how he usually acts around Eli, or anyone, really, and lets him go, but not after he seated him on the empty seat next to him, so Krennic's sandwiched between the man he's trying to woo and Eli. Not awkward at all. Nope. He downed pretty much half of his drink in one gulp. ]

Yeah, yeah, everything was fine! Don't be such a mother hen, Vanto. [ He turned to the other man on his other side. ] That's how you said it here, right?

[ ... ]

Listen, order something. I did say I'll buy you a couple of drinks. It's Thanksgiving, right? So let loose, have fun a bit, whatever you wanted to do, Vanto.

[Surreal. That's the word Eli is looking for and he sincerely hopes that this won't end badly. Now that he's sat down, he just waves the bartender over for a drink and leaves it at that.

Better than to try and argue with a drunk Krennic who is incredibly certain of what he wants always. Even when drunk. That's a level of confidence Eli can only aspire to, if he were inclined towards such things.

As he is not, he watches with morbid fascination as the man on the other side seems totally taken in.

Whatever he wanted to do?

Eli takes a sip of the drink he ordered - yes, he is sipping at a shot and considers that what he really would like to do is be sprawled on the living room of De Chima #007 in the company of Thrawn.

He's not complicated.]

Sure, sir. I'll just stay here long enough to make sure things are fine.

[ Well, as it stands, Krennic isn't complicated at all, as well, as he quickly forgotten about Eli as he returns to whatever it was he was regaling the other man in, and yes, the man he was wooing was completely taken in by him. Krennic didn't drink for confidence, he drinks to let loose and have fun, as he told Eli, since he's busting enough with confidence for the entire room as it is. No wonder some of the people there in the club, or at least the bar part they were sitting in, were casting glances at him, a little jealous.

At this stage he's already making bedroom eyes with the other man. It's so easy to forget, not only about a certain person but also about everything else, when he's doing this.

Eli's voice brought him back to reality. He glanced at him, for the first time showing a little annoyance. ]

Sure, sure. [ He waved Eli's concern away. ] I'm old enough to party without a chaperone, I should think. And you- [ he paused, only for a fraction of a second, freezing like a photo frame, looking at Eli as if he was looking at someone he know very well, or a ghost, or perhaps both-- ] --you sound like...someone. Someone I used to know.

[ He looked distant, for a moment, and then the look is gone, replaced by ordinary, this time drunk, Krennic. ]

But yeah. I definitely don't need a chaperone. [ He huffed and returned to his shameless flirting. ]

[Eli is always fielding uncomfortable situations with people of High Command, except this time he has only himself to blame. He really thinks he should leave and soon because he is very unsettled by everything he's seeing.

The last thing he needs is some measure of sympathy for the man who punched him.]

Okay. I'll try to sound less like myself then.

[Eli leans his back against the bar and closes his eyes, hearing the chatter and music around and tries to relax.]

[ Now Krennic is busy chatting and laughing with the man beside him, and it's all going very very well--he knows that this could only end in one way, now, and in one place--but he was...well, suffice to say, he was a little...distracted. Vanto's silence now bothered him.

Vanto bothered him. He was acting too much like the man Krennic was trying to forget, the past that he's trying very very hard to lock behind closed doors and cold attitudes and personal ambitions. The past that he's trying very hard to kill. But, as they say, the past will always catch you. He stopped talking, suddenly.

His silence is very sudden, and apparently unwelcome, since the man beside him loses interest, and left. Krennic doesn't seem to care, instead downing his drink. ]

How was your night? [ He asked, a touch too soft for a man like him, and it surprised even himself. Krennic cleared his throat. No, he reminded himself, Eli is not...him. Not the man he's trying to forget. Even if they're both very much alike. ]

[Eli had closed his eyes, half-listening to the music and thinking of the cause of his current happiness. He touches his forehead again with a small smile, considers taking his phone out and text Thrawn to see if he is awake and wants a visit.

The rest of his plans are derailed by Krennic's attention.]

Uh.

[The tone makes Eli uncomfortable. Incredibly so.]

My night was fine. Is fine.

[And Eli is not one to put himself in uncomfortable situations with potentially disastrous results. Like this one.]

So now that I see you are not going to cause problems, I'm going to go.

[ Krennic fully realised this, and turned away, a little bit embarrassed. There was silence as he ordered another drink, and took a large gulp. He definitely doesn't want to embarrass himself more, but--

He found himself reaching out to Eli, touching him lightly by the arm, but then flinched and quickly withdraws, hand dropping to his side awkwardly. ]

No, no. Stay. [ He laughed, more than a little awkwardly. ] I still might cause problems. I might start a fight. Or light something on fire. You never know, the night is still young.

[ He shrugs. ] So, uh, how was the situation in the house? You know?

[When Krennic reached out Eli also flinched back, after all this man had punched him once before. Then draped himself all over and the discomfort only grew.]

When you sober up, you're going to remember this and hate me for seeing it.

[Eli was certain Krennic, like other Imperials, did not take well to showing any weakness and the soft tone used was enough to make warning sirens go off.]

I don't know anything about what is going on there. It's not my business.

[ With Baelish embroiled in whatever mayoral Thanksgiving plans and Jorah having lied to evade being dragged into anyone else’s, he’s left Maurtia Falls behind to drink somewhere he’s less likely to be recognized. As sparse as the crowds are, he really ought to have worked instead.

It would’ve made for an easy night.

Instead he’s making the rounds in De Chima, looking more the part of someone’s estranged uncle than a Registered Hero in blue jeans and plaid and a scuffed leather jacket. He’s as rough in the face as he is in his hands, blocky and scarred, cash planted out ready on the bartop.

Unremarkable as he is, his jut-jawed double take at Krennic when he looks up from his wallet is hard to miss. It’s not especially flattering, either, very you’re shitting me. ]

[ Well, he doesn't recognise Jorah since they haven't meet in person, and their interaction is through text, therefore Jorah, the estranged uncle in blue jeans and plaid and scuffed leather jacket has the element of surprise. Krennic is more well-dressed than that, looking like a tech executive or a rich architect, which he is, sort of, than a newly minted funeral director, and he's currently in the middle of regaling a woman with the story of how he infiltrated a Separatist home base and rescued two scientists that the Separatists are forcing to make biological and chemical weapons. It's definitely not the entire truth, but the woman looks sufficiently impressed, especially since Krennic flashed her his wrist earlier.

He doesn't really notice Jorah, but he knows when someone's staring. He peeled his gaze away from the woman he's wooing for a bit, looking at the supposedly unremarkable man who's definitely dropping his jaw when he looked at him. His first response-- ]

Sorry, man, but take a number. I'm talking to her right now. [ He gestured at the woman he's flirting with, who appropriately giggled and looked about two decades younger than him. ]

[ Caught staring, Mormont considers his life and his choices, focus fuzzed back to the foreground when the bartender steps in between knight and director. He could go to another bar -- try his luck down the block.

Instead, he orders, whiskey set down at his hand.

The time it takes for him to be served is enough for Krennic to get back into his wooing. It’s all the more irritating, then, when Jorah speaks up to interrupt from however many empty seats over. ]

What are you talking about?

[ His interest is polite, the knit of his brow intent. Just curious. ]

[Unlike the natives and many of the imPorts, Thanksgiving is not a special day for Hans. Germany does have a similar holiday called Erntedankfest which is primarily a rural and religious celebration (his family fell into neither category), not a big day of family get-togethers and feasting like it is in the US. Which was fine, given how much his family all hated each other.

Having no family here (something to be thankful for) and very few friends, he hadn't been inclined to even try to make any plans, finding the holiday rather annoying really, with all the idiotic network posts and the imminent threat of Black Friday shoppers tomorrow—which is definitely a good reason to go out and get drunk the night before.

He arrives at the address Krennic had given him, finding the booth where the man's seated without too much trouble and unceremoniously slides in across from him.]

Not too far ahead of me yet, I hope?

[ Krennic doesn't even know about the Black Friday thing until his co-workers mentioned it. It sounds terribly...............tempting. But he also knows that if he's going to start his own business, and if he wanted to keep up his current lifestyle, what's with the clothes and the alcohol, he had to be smart about his money. Besides, the fact that the stores would be filled to the brim with people already gave him nausea in advance. He doesn't like lumping himself with ordinary people. Not when he's already on the verge of greatness back home.

And he doesn't want to go back to his house because, well guess what, Darth kriffing Vader is there. Therefore he really doesn't want to go there, and this is all a good reason to get well and truly drunk. ]

Not really. [ He smiles, a little ruefully, sipping his first whiskey. ] I'm only on my first. What are you going to order?

[At least none of his roommates were hosting a party, so that was a blessing, not being forced to go out. Blessings definitely being few and far between where roommates are concerned. He really should look into getting a place of his own, even if it does require him to accept he might be stuck here much longer than he'd prefer.

At the question, he tilts his head for a moment in consideration. Best to not get anything too pricey if he's planning on drinking a lot of it, funds being an issue with him as well. He addresses the server who's approaching just then.]

Jameson, please. Make it a double

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003; don't threaten me with a good time

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dude we should do a smut meme w/ Eli and Thrawn y/y IF YOU WANT

never done smut before orz

awww it's okay <3

we can do sorta ftb sorry just smut isn't my thing ;_;

it's okay bb!! dw about it <333

<3

[ a smart anonymous man ]

A SMART MAN INDEED

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